TRUTH OR DARE
In my mind this took place in season 1.
Olivia walked into her apartment after a long day of work and let out a sigh. The Special Victims Unit had just closed a rather hard case involving sex traffickers and Olivia along with the rest of the squad needed a break. She placed her bag and purse on the counter then walked into her bedroom to put her gun and badge in the lockbox beside her bed.
Olivia walked back out to the kitchen, rubbing her neck to relieve the built up tension. A quick glance up at the clock that hung on her wall revealed it was a little after six. Elliot won't be here until around 8 so I have time to take a bath, Olivia thought with a smile. She walked over to the fridge and opened it, other than a few water bottles, a case of El's favorite beer and her leftover Chinese from last week, there was nothing.
"Good thing I picked up some food on the way home," Olivia said to herself as she grabbed the grocery bag, emptying its contents. Eggs, bread, pancake mix, bacon, syrup, butter, (everything she needed to make Elliot breakfast if he stayed the night) a box of noodles, chicken breast, Alfredo sauce, and two bottles of her favorite wine. She put things away and grabbed a wine glass poured it more full than she should have but she decided tonight she didn't care.
She grabbed a pan and began boiling some water for the noodles and she cooked the chicken while nursing her wine. She added the noodles to the water and poured herself more wine. After Olivia was satisfied with the meal she cooked, she left it on the stove while she filled her glass once more and headed towards the bathroom.
Olivia set her glass on the sink and started to run her bath water. It was just after 7 so she would have just enough time to relax and then have dinner with Elliot and unwind after the case. This was something the partners did often, and usually the rest of the squad joined but they all wanted to get home and sleep. Olivia knew Elliot could never sleep after a case like this, and neither could she so they had made it a tradition to have dinner and drinks after a hard case. The night usually ended with them passed out in the middle of their second movie on her couch and they'd wake up and have breakfast in the morning. Olivia found herself smiling at the memories, she leaned down to check the water.
She quickly stripped off her work clothes, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Olivia picked up her wine and smiled, taking a grateful swig while twirling in front of the mirror. She stepped into the tub, the mix of the hot water and the cold air hitting her made her nipples harden and goose bumps to form on her skin. The water immediately relaxed her, she found herself a little buzzed and quite aroused thinking back to earlier today when Elliots hand grazed her body, she knew it was an accident but her body reacted in a way she wasn't expecting. Olivia swallowed more of her wine, her third glass almost now empty. She put down the glass and her hand found its way to her hard nipple, pinching and kneading her breast. Her unoccupied hand slipped under the water and between her legs. She let out a moan when she made contact with her already swollen clit.
Fifteen minutes later Olivia was enjoying her release, her head thrown back, her legs shaking, her fingers still working her clit and instead of her usual moans and screams, today they were replaced with the name "Elliot." She had no reason to be quiet so her fantasy fully took over her body as she imagined Elliot being the one to do such magical things to her body, bringing her over the edge and letting her go. As she came down from her high, she smiled, proud of her fast and hard achievement, wondering how good Elliot really could fuck her. Realizing she had worked up an appetite, she drained the water and got out of the tub.
Olivia walked into her bedroom from the adjoining master bathroom and looked at the clothes she had already laid out on her bed for tonight. Her old, grey NYPD tee shirt that she loved so much and had started to thin from all the times she's washed it, some black leggings because she loved the way they looked on her glorious ass, and a black lace thong. She decided to skip the bra for tonight, finding really no need for one.
After getting dressed, Olivia grabbed her empty wine glass and she entered the living room. She was startled to see Elliot sitting on her couch, patiently waiting for her, smiling.
"Jesus! You scared me! When did you get here?" Olivia asked, holding her chest, trying to control her breathing.
"Just a few minutes ago, I knocked and figured you were busy so I used your spare key."
"Well, I made dinner and have your favorite beer," Olivia stated, with a smile pointing towards the kitchen.
"Thank god! I'm starved!" Elliot said as he stood up from the couch and followed behind her, watching her ass move and her hips sway as she walked.
Olivia grabbed the bottle of wine and Elliots beer and placed them on the table along with her empty glass, she set out two plates and warmed up the dinner she made before spooning some onto their plates and sitting down.
She poured herself her forth glass of wine and laughed to herself, finding the bottle a little more than halfway empty. Elliot skeptically looked at her.
"Whats so funny, detective?" Elliot questioned with a raised eyebrow, finding himself wanting to laugh just because she was. Her laughter was always contagious, even though with their line of work he didn't hear it much.
"I've drank all this by myself and it isn't even eight yet," Olivia stated.
"You deserve to relax, Liv," Elliot said full of seriousness, then taking a drink of his beer. "But it looks like I need to catch up to you."
"Won't take much, lightweight," Olivia teased, grinning at her joke and taking a bite of food.
"Ouch, Benson, that hurt," Elliot said, grabbing his chest and then bursting into laughter.
"I'm just kidding, El. You've held my hair back while I puked more than once," Olivia said, thinking back on nights she couldn't remember getting home but woke by the toilet with Elliot sleeping next to her on the floor.
"Don't forget having to deal with your drunk horniness," Elliot said, smirking.
Olivia was shocked by his words, she thought she had never throw herself at him or given him any reason to think she wanted him, but she couldn't always remember what she had done the night before.
"You're on crack! You have never seen my drunken horniness," Olivia stated matter-of-factly, grabbing her wine glass and taking a long drink. She took a few more bites, finishing what was one her plate and then she sat it in the sink. Elliot stood up and backed her into the wall. He put his hands on her hips and he mimicked her, his lips close to her neck. He pressed his lips to her neck, long enough to leave a mark.
"That is for the hickey you left on me two weeks ago while you were drunk and then threw up on my shoes right after," Elliot said laughing as he watched Olivia's face glaze over with terror.
"Oh, my god!" She said, lowering her head. Elliot wasn't ready to let her off the hook so he pressed himself into her a littler more and brought his lips slowly to her ear.
"'Oh, El, I love your muscles.' 'El, baby, you can sleep in my bed you don't have to sleep on the couch.' 'Elliot, you are so sexy.' Do I need to go on?" He asked, laughing.
"El! I have never done that! And if I did, I was clearly too drunk to remember!" Olivia said, angry and embarrassed, pushing him away from her.
"I know that, Liv, I also knew you wouldn't remember the next day. Thats why I've never brought it up. But its fun to see you get embarrassed and to be honest I love when you get that way with me even if its just because you're drunk," Elliot gloated, with a grin.
"Thats the only time you seem to get me going," Olivia remarked, smirking back as she poured more wine in her glass and grabbed Elliot another beer.
"Liv, you got anything stronger? I want to take a shot," Elliot told her.
"I should, check the freezer."
Elliot opened the freezer door and disappeared from her sight for a few moments. When he reappeared he was grinning like an idiot with a bottle of expensive tequila in his hand.
"I hit the fucking jackpot with this!" Elliot beamed.
"Why?" Olivia asked, unable to control her laughter as he grabbed two shot glasses. "Whoa, there. I am not taking a shot! I am already feeling this wine and you don't want to deal with 'drunky pants horny Benson,'" she told him with a laugh.
"Because tequila makes your clothes fall off! Oh, you're taking the shot. Don't be a fucking puss," Elliot insisted.
"Fuck you," Olivia said, grabbing the shot glass and letting the liquid quickly down her throat, only slightly burning. She slammed the glass down as he grinned at her.
"If I ever want you to do anything all I have to do is call you a pussy and it pretty much guaranties you'll do it," Elliot explained and she laughed.
"Thats pretty true, I hate being called a pussy. Just because I have one doesn't mean I am one," she said as he took a shot and then poured them another round. "I don't care what you call me, I am not taking that. You're stuck with it."
Elliot just winked and downed both shots rather quickly, Olivia grabbed her wine glass taking a drink. Her body was starting to tingle from the alcohol and she knew she was becoming a little more than just buzzed, and it would only be worse when the tequila hit her.
"Maybe, we should put in a movie now?" Olivia asked, setting her glass on the table.
"Liv, we've watched every movie you own at least three times," Elliot replied, a look of boredom on his face.
"What do you suggest then?"
"We could play a game?" He asked, his face instantly lost all trace of boredom and was replaced with a child-like expression, she laughed at how excited he was.
"Sure, I can go grab the cards. I'm not sure where they are though," Olivia said, beginning to walk towards the living room to see where she left them.
"I was thinking a different game," Elliot declared, a smirk on his face, she turned back to him.
"Like?" Olivia asked, skeptical.
"How about truth or dare?" He said, that same childish grin on his face and she laughed.
"Elliot, sorry to break it to you but we graduated high school about fifteen years ago," said the beautiful detective.
"Don't be a pussy," Elliot said laughing and opening a new beer.
"Ugh, fine!" Olivia said, feeling unsure of herself but taking another drink to calm her nerves. She grabbed the bottle of wine, her glass, and a few beers for Elliot and he grabbed the shot glasses and tequila and they headed for the living room. They both took a seat on the carpet, and looked at each other.
"Are there any rules?" She asked.
"You can't pick truth every time, and you can't back out of a dare and if you do, you only get to once and you have to go outside on the fire escape and yell 'I am a pussy,' as loud as you can," Elliot said, laughing.
"I can live with those rules. You start."
"Truth or dare?" Elliot asked and then took a drink from his bottle.
"Dare."
"I dare you to call Munch and confess your love for him and say that you're horny," Elliot said, barley able to control his laughter.
"Oh my gosh, El. This should be interesting," Olivia stated as she picked up the phone and dialed Munch's number. She put it on speaker so Elliot could hear everything that was said.
"Munch," he answered after two rings.
"John, its Olivia," said Olivia, in her best bedroom voice, causing Elliot to laugh even harder.
"Hey, Liv, what are you doing?" Asked the older detective.
"Well, actually, I'm laying here thinking about how horny I am and how much I want to be with you," Olivia said, doing a damn good job at not laughing and staying in character, Elliot on the other hand was dying, his face was red and he had to put his hand over his mouth to quiet himself.
"Liv," Munch laughed, "you did good, but El, I can hear you. You drunk tards, let me guess, either Liv lost a bet or you guys are playing 'truth or dare'?"
"Truth or dare," Liv answered with a laugh as Elliot composed himself and took another shot.
"Well, you two behave yourselves and have fun. Goodnight, oh and Liv, next time you're really horny give me a call," Munch said with a deep laugh, hanging up.
"Well dammit!" Elliot said laughing.
"I was convincing, you couldn't keep your shit together! Truth or dare?" Olivia asked.
"Truth," Elliot replied, taking another swig from his beer.
"How was your first time?" Olivia asked, smirking.
"Well, I was seventeen and I thought I was in love, it was prom night, in the back of my parents car," Elliot confessed as Olivia bursted out in laughter.
"I'm sorry, continue," Olivia said, seriously.
"It was her first time, too. And neither of us knew what we were doing, its laughable to think back on. I was overly excited and didn't last long, but it was a good first time I guess," Elliot told her.
"I'm sorry for laughing, other than the car it sounds kinda nice," Olivia told him again.
"Liv, its fine, it's definitely funny. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Olivia said.
"So, how often do you get yourself off while you scream my name?" Elliot asked, a sudden tension in the room forming. Olivia's face reddened immediately.
"You heard that, huh?" Olivia asked, unsure of what to say, embarrassed that her face and neck were burning.
"I most definitely did, and I am glad I came in to hear it, I almost waited outside for you. It was the hottest thing I've ever heard, I almost came in and made your fantasy come true," Elliot confessed.
"I'm glad you liked it," Olivia laughed, not feeling as awkward as she did before.
"Answer the question."
"Sometimes I play out fantasies with you in my mind and end up cumming and screaming your name," Olivia answered truthfully.
"Only sometimes?" Elliot asked, smirking, Olivia finished the wine in her glass and poured another glass, finishing off the bottle.
"Don't push your luck. Truth or dare?" Olivia asked, her eyes darkening a shade and pursing her lips together.
"Dare."
"I dare you to do a body shot off me," Olivia said, laying down on the floor. Elliot grabbed the tequila and moved towards her, he lifted her shirt to her ribs, his hand lightly grazing the bottom of her breast and she sucked her breath in quickly at the sensation it gave her and she hoped he didn't notice she wasn't wearing a bra, her reaction didn't go unnoticed by her partner as he poured some tequila into her belly button and lowered his head to get closer to her.
He sucked the alcohol off her stomach and placed a lick to her navel, to be sure he got all the wonderful liquid off her. He lifted himself up and grinned. Olivia pulled her shirt down and sat up, trying to ignore how aroused she was.
"Truth or dare, detective?" asked Elliot as Olivia took a drink of her wine, trying to get control of her body.
"Uh, dare," Olivia answered as she put her glass down on the carpet.
"I dare you to take your shirt off," Elliot said, his eyes full of lust.
"Elliot!" Olivia shrieked, horrified she decided to not wear a bra today.
"Unless you're a pussy and want to yell it to everyone outside," he said, smiling, knowing she would take her shirt off after the pussy comment.
"You're an ass," Olivia said, with a grin, deciding not to let this bother her, she was drunk and wanted to have a good time, so what if she takes her shirt off? She wondered. Olivia grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and lifted it over her head in one quick motion, throwing the discarded shirt across the room.
Elliot breathing hitched and his body immediately reacted to seeing her, sitting criss cross applesauce in black leggings and nothing else, her hair skimmed her shoulders and she had no makeup on, yet she looked beautiful as ever. He wasn't expecting her to not be wearing a bra but that was a wonderful surprise. Elliot eyes met Olivia's and after a moment he continued to look over her body. His eyes traveled down, to her nose, full lips, throat, collar bones, and to her breasts, small and perky with beautiful hard nipples. He took in the sight before him, wishing his hands were all over her body.
"Like what you see?" Olivia asked, then bit her lip seductively.
"Oh, I love it," he replied, his eyes never leaving her marvelous body.
"Truth or dare, detective?" She asked, arching her back slightly and grabbed her glass off the floor taking a drink.
"Dare, baby." His words caused Olivia to smile and shiver, she knew her panties were already soaked and this wasn't helping her calm down any. Her libido was fully inflamed and she wanted Elliot now more than ever.
"Make me scream your name, any way you want," she drew the words out, slowly, watching him squirm as he moved closer to her.
"Any way I want," he repeated, slightly thrown off by her words, he wasn't expecting her to be so straightforward.
He moved her wine glass so it didn't spill and placed his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it towards her core. His eyes never left hers and he could tell she was burning with anticipation. His hand reached her center and rubbed his thumb over her clit, lightly at first and then with more force. She let out a throaty moan and bucked her hips up to him.
Elliot continued his form of torture as she withered beneath him and his eyes still never left hers. He watched as they dilated, became full of need and want, lust and love.
"Please, El," she whispered to him, pleading for more.
Elliot withdrew his hand and grabbed her by the shoulders, laying her down on the carpet and climbed on top of her. His lips connected with her for the first time and they both felt the fire between them. He licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance that she couldn't grant quick enough. She opened her mouth to him and he slipped his hand into her leggings and lace panties. He slid his hand down further, finding her freshly waxed and soaking wet for him. He moaned into her mouth and broke the kiss.
"Liv, you're so wet," he whispered.
"You turn me on, detective," she simply answered as he sunk two thick fingers into her and it was her turn to moan.
"Make love to me, El," she begged him, while he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
"Not before I taste you and you scream my name. I never back down on a dare," Elliot told her, planting a kiss on her lips and traveling down, taking a breast in his mouth and biting down on her nipple.
"Ahhh, baby!" Olivia shrieked.
"That didn't quite sound like 'Elliot,' I guess I'll have to keep going."
Elliot kissed down her stomach and got to the top of her leggings, he grabbed them on both sides of her hips and quickly rid her of them and her panties. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide, taking in the view of her dripping wet pussy and felt his cock twitch. He lowered himself in front of her and lightly blew on her clit, making her moan. He wasted no time as he planted a long flat lick to her beautiful pussy, then focusing on her clit with his tongue.
"Elliot! Just like t-that! Don't stop, don't ever fucking stop!" Olivia screamed as Elliot sucked on her clit and slammed his fingers into her g-spot.
Elliot continued to lap at her clit even though he completed his dare, as she wrapped her legs around his nick and her hands found their way to his head, pushing him further into her, he moaned into her, sending vibrations through her body.
"Baby, I'm so close," Olivia moaned, her walls clenching on his fingers and her breathing had turned more erratic, her moans were now loud screams.
"Cum for me, baby," Elliot growled, rubbing her clit with his thumb, sending her over the edge.
"AHhhhhhh! Elliot! I'm cumming," she screamed as her orgasm took over her body, she threw her head back and her back arched, Elliot continued to pleasure her, making her high last as long as he could. But the whole time he couldn't take his eyes off her face.
"You look so sexy when you cum, even sexier than I imagined," he confessed as he stood up and undressed, a huge erection popping out of his jeans. Olivia licked her lips and stared at him.
"It was my job to undress you," she mumbled as he crawled on top of her, she felt his erection pressing against her lips and she grew wetter.
"I just wanted to get naked and inside you as fast as I could," he groaned as he pushed inside of her, filling her. She gasped at the intrusion and moaned in pure ecstasy as he began to thrust.
"Oh god, baby," Olivia moaned as he fucked her slow and deep. She wrapped her legs around his waste and bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. A thin layer of sweat covered her face and she couldn't remember the last time she had been fucked this good.
"You're so fucking tight, baby," Elliot moaned in her ear as she grabbed his ass and squeezed then left a light slap on it.
"El, baby, fuck me harder please," Olivia moaned, writhing underneath him.
Elliot latched his lips to her and caught her moan in his mouth as he began pumping into her harder and faster. His hands found her breasts and she arched her back to his touch.
Elliot felt her walls clench around his cock and he knew she was close.
"Cum for me baby," Elliot whispered sweetly in her ear, as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her walls continued to tighten around him until he couldn't move inside her so he settled on stimulating her over the edge with his fingers on her clit.
"Ahhhh! Elliot, I love you!" Olivia screamed, her orgasm hitting her hard, her words barley understandable. He began to move slowly inside her, still using his thumb to draw out the process.
"El, cum with me!" She begged and her nails scraped down his back, breaking the skin. Elliot gave her three more thrusts and he came inside his partner, without thinking.
"Fuck, Liv!" He exclaimed.
"What, babe?" She asked, still feeling the effects of her orgasm.
"I didn't use a condom and I came in you," Elliot said, slightly freaked out.
"El, its okay, I wanted you to cum in me, its sexy," she said with a sly grin.
They both were breathing hard, Elliot laying on her chest, still inside her, covered in sweat and coming down from their respective highs.
"That was amazing," Olivia sighed, smiling.
"Liv, I love you too," Elliot told her as he looked deep into her eyes.
"Why don't you take me to the bedroom and use my cuffs on me, detective," Olivia asked seductively, licking her lips.
Elliot simply nodded as he felt himself harden inside her. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom to continue their night of lovemaking.